Proving the old maxim that there are no strangers, just friends we haven't yet met, meet Bethany, from Kenosha, Wisconsin.
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Yellowstone black bears and bison show us how to live the good life.
The 11-mile stretch is said to have 318 curves. I could believe somewhere in excess of 100 if you count the tiny wobbles off a straight line, but not 318. Oh well, why quibble? It's fun!
It’s one of the legendary roads that riders talk about with a mix of pride and wistful sighs; pride for having braved it, and a sighs at witnessing nature unadulterated.
Unlike any parades I’d ever seen back east, almost everyone in this one was either on mule or horseback.
How a pop song saved an Arizona town that the railroad abandoned and an interstate bypassed. I'm standin' on the corner of Winslow, Arizona.
I entered the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum with a breezy attitude, looking forward to seeing the place where colorful outlaws paid their public debts. I emerged a very different person. Here's why.
I wasn't there to explore the Northwest Passage, I was there to ride the Lolo Pass. At the summit, I met Clark the biker and Henry the pannier dog, one of many canine bikers I've met.
Kevin Bacon's not the only one who's six degrees of separation from the other people in his tribe. We're all drawing closer together each day. Here's a story of how my tribe reached out to me from yesterday's story.
My "sea to shining sea" aspiration at Port Orford, Oregon: is this a case of no guts, no glory? or "pride goeth before a fall"?